Blinded By Love

ONE

"Mom!" I shouted, "Come here!"

"Yes, honey?" she came running, a worried frown etched on her forehead; after she saw me smiling, at least smirking, she let out a long sigh of relief.

"Um, I'm leaving for Amanda's. I'll see Doctor Carla on the way," I lied, not about Amanda, but about Dr. Carla. I couldn't see her grumpy, old face, especially on a Christmas morning.

"Uh, okay. Come soon, Dee." Yeah, Dee. Like everyone, I too, was given an embarrassing nickname by my mom. And somehow, she managed to use it the most whenever she was around my friends. 

Peeking out of the cold window, which was slicked with snow, I could see some children flogging in and out of my neighbour- Mrs. Jones' house. She saw me, and gestured me to come inside for the customary chocolates she gives to all the children, every year.  I mouthed that I would come later.

I thought about the time when me and my parents discovered about my eye-damage by cancer and that I'll go blind in a year or so.

I was depressed. And my mom, she could do nothing but cry. My father was thinking of a way to prove all my tests wrong. And Amanda- my best friend, acted the same way as my mom. 

Here was one of my main complaints about human consciousness: Once you think a thought, it's extremely difficult to unthink it. And I had thought the thought. But I had to let go of it. I didn't want to be depressed again.

I switched on the radio, and yee-haw! 'Little Things' by One Direction was on the track. People often asked me, why was I obsessed with One Direction, and yeah, Zayn.
Firstly, I was not obsessed, I was 'dedicated'.
Secondly, the answer laid in the song Little Things itself. Mirror said, "You're ugly"; body said "You're fat." But One Direction said, "I'm in love with you and all your little things." So, that was the reason for me being obsess-oops, 'dedicated.'

By the time Little Things finished, I reached Amanda's place. I saw Tris Cowper- the girl I hated, coming out of Amanda's house, yelling. Argh. This bitch! Barking the whole damn day. 
After she left, Amanda found her way in my Bentley. 

"Why was that bitch shouting?"
"Uh, she came to take back her notes, which I kind of, stole and while she was leaving, she called you a, um, slut and I punched her", she said. 

"Oh, okay. Haha." I laughed.

"Dee! You find it funny, eh? Is it funny ha-ha for you? I punched her for you and you find it funny ha-ha! God gracious!" she made a grumpy face.

"Yeah, what else do you want me to do, huh? Sit and cry? So, okay. Let me do it for you. Wahh, wahh, Tris Cowper called me a slut! It's an attack on my very womanhood! Cool?" I winked.

"Yeah, whatever. You tell me, did you see that Dr. Carla?" she said, "And come inside, dude."

God! Not again! "Um, I'm here to collect my novel and I have to go to her. So I'm gonna go, just bring my book." 
"Yeah, sure. Wait." she went inside and came with my novel. "Here." she gave it to me.

"Bye, see you tomorrow at the high-school, Mandy." -Yeah, that's what I called her.

"See you, take care", she smiled.

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A/N : This one's quite long, no? Haha. So? How are you my muffins? 

Liked it? Hope you did. I'm trying very hard to make you all happy. 

So here's a Zayn Malik imagine for you.

Your daughter: Mummy, how did you meet daddy?

You: Well, I was going into a hotel and saw your dad. As soon as he came out of the elevator, we bumped into each other, and in that moment when I first laid my eyes on him, I fell in love with him.

Zayn: Yeah, if that's what you call stalking and trying to run past the security, into the elevator and jumping on top of me while screaming in my ear, then fine, that's what happened. 

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-Zahana ;)